When September Comes (poem)

originally posted Wednesday, August 23, 2017

When September Comes

October lies waiting; a tiger beyond September

hungry for wildebeest boxes sugar-topped corny flakes

jellied berries of orange, red and blue dropped from the world

wary that decorating signs of seasons changing like neon dreams

become obstructions deftly yo distant destinies

Driveways of blacktop spiral downward in space-time vortexes

girding the round world wankily

-creation encrusted in part

like a jewel

shedding months of amnesia fading yesterdays

unconcerned with old times' broods of days settled

while foods that flowed like shiny lucre

compiling resolutely and silently as August rolls away

gold-plated to its temporal garage

sounds of potential emerging earthquake symbols

sun-tide of clouds overcoming mountains

taller than those eroded away

So nothing remains of summer to remind one of bitter-sour

recognition that time is more and less

burnt creme repasts of something and nothingnesses-

verisimilitudes of years were barren and never being

Food for bear wistfully wandering wait where trees fall

through clef notes echoed in chords when quantum uncertainty

izes indeterminate super-positions of all possible locations

nerve again isolated from wave-particles traversing

reasons that ideas and tides of words emerge to expression

All forests of dying green meadows with fish of September

seek magnetic traces of river's home profits

political currents covering hundreds of swimming fins

through-put being and nothingness

After October another wave names months so cold

those in cracked, parched dry lakes baking under the star

feel a glimmer of theoretical relief if a thought

receded in time to global warming farther north

packing November's proud icy snows

floating in fogs mountain skies

stops frosting one Earth with December

turning away from another like the year before

when solstice's short day leaves night smiling

every thing that could be said about September said

when poets that loved summer went on strike

thinking of grass mowed

and goats frolicked with piles of chewy delight

Just for a moment when the sun stops flight

Earth waits for second impulse to return to increasing photon lucidity

as if tight days packed together were sober with realization

sensing increase lost with the innocence of September where the pressure of time

stocks stores up for fall transition

inventory clerks counting what's on shelves

discount stacks built time

a new class arrived to eyeball tomorrows with secret lusts

rhymed with cheap novels worlds away

written about leaves falling in autumn colors

that were multifarious coatings of puke

barfed upon the topography like sessions of Congress

almost none loved

Presidential campaigns perfecting pomp and circumstance

so persons of interest leaning against lampposts

contemplating unknown billions in back street pacs

indifferent to common hopes

for shelter beside the door, hammer and plans

in the bug hotel risen high

with a tidal wave of minutes given before nothingness

the sum total of darkness

itself disappears before the day